May 2005, one morning, on the river of Huchet between the mouth and the island of pas de loup I make a film with the idea of a naturalist trip towards the abstraction...
Along the river, the boatman leads us under the trees to the center of natural reserve, the sun plates the shades of the flora on water. As one approaches the banks, the elements of the flora are agitated by small keys. Nature and the image appear by impulses in tall grasses and trees. The color starts to appear. And then rather quickly is all the landscape which changes pixel by pixel at the rate/rhythm of the spasms of compression, colors change, all becomes more and more complex, the trees, the sheets, the branches, all mixes and starts to abound. One arrives at the current, where there are the first shelves, one poses the oars and... black.
One is with the meeting of what has just appeared, the black tears block per block of red, pinks, crimsons, purple, yellow and green the current is found, if calms and so peaceful. Rocked by the forest and its songs, on quiverings of the water which runs and takes us along gently, it is the image which enchants us, it bores the decoration, as if one could see the magic which composes the forms. Still more long-lived and answering another logic, the colors work and expose green towards the pink. The sky changes, the image is painted. And gradually all the tone turn to the yellow.